A/N: Okay, this is just your basic crazy fic. I know that there aren't a lot of stories about 'The Man', so I decided to write one. Heh. Heh. Heh. It's stupid...but...


Behind The Man – The Man

Dear Diary,

Because today was Christmas, my mommy sent me this brand new diary. It's kinda pretty, and has some sparkles and stuff on it. I thought the sparkles were too girly, so I went out and tried to find someone to mug for a newer, better diary. Me and my cronies met this funny-lookin' black guy with a beanie and decided to check if he had a diary or not. Well, I didn't tell my pals that I was looking for a diary, 'cause they might think that's a little weird. But we still mugged the guy. He didn't have anything, just his coat. So we took that. But it's okay: we walked past this street drummer and took some of his money. He didn't notice. We're too good at what we do. Anyways, I took most of the money and went out to this shop near by. The guys at the counter looked kinda freaked to see me, and I think I recognize one of the guys as an ex-junkie. So I asked him if he wanted a little 'Christmas present'.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

He looked really scared of me, and asked me if I needed anything. I told him real quietly that I wanted to exchange my sparkly-diary to a sleek black one without sparkles. He said that he couldn't do that, so I pulled out the money and bought one. To prove my disappointment with him, I threw my sparkly-diary at him. That'll teach him. Yeah.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

I'm cool,
The Man


LATER...

Dear Diary,

I just gave some smack to one of my newer clients. Her name's…MoMo or something. I dunno. But she's kinda pretty. Works at the Cat-Scratch Club, where I find most of my clients there. Stupid pen just ran outta ink.

Ahh, this is better. My mother gave me an ugly sparkly pen to go with the diary, but I guess it'll have to do for now. I'm gonna go out later and buy a new pen.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

My buddies will never suspect that I owned a sparkly pen.

They'll also, of course, never suspect I used to play Dress-Up with my little sister. But everyone does that, yeah? I'm still cool.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

But anyways, about my new client: MyMy. She's kinda pretty, works at the Cat-Scratch Club. But I already said that. She lives downstairs from one of my older clients: Roger. Yeah, I remember his name. And address. I make it a habit to know where my clients live, so I can help them get one when they want one.

I'm one hell of a businessman.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Anyways, what was I gonna say about MeMe? I dunno. But I'm still not sure about her name. Stupid nickname. Iknow that's not her name. She told me her real name was...I dunno. But she told me it wasn't 'MeMe'. I know it wasn't. It's her boyfriend's nickname for her. Ex now, I guess. I gotta find out. I'll ask her what her name is later. But I like her. She kinda reminds me of me when I was a kid, y'know?

Yeah.

I mean, I didn't used to work at a strip club, uh-uh. But I was a feisty child, always wanted to be 'out there'. Y'know? And I got my wish.

Yeah, once I had a pretty good life. Y'know? The rich one. Yeah. But that can mess you up. Yeah.

Oh, the phone.
More about my history later.

Heh. Heh. Heh.
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-five minutes later-
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Well, I'm afraid I gotta go, diary!

'Business' calls.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Still cool,
The Man


A/N: So, should I continue my tales of The Man for throughout the RENT movie? I guess this is movie-based.